sledding

Walking through the snow
Puffs of white flying
With every step taken.

Dog comes running
Bounding with endless energy
Over the top of the snow banks.

Finally reaching the hill
Where you make a path
For sledding.

Running to get a good start,
Flying down the hill,
And hitting a snowbank.

The sled is far away
As you’ve flopped off while it kept going

In my backyard

My sister, friends and I

Fly down the hill

Only a thin sheet of plastic

Separating us

From the snow crystals

Flying by beneath us.

Each winter

During the first snow storm

This is the scene

That dominates our

Backyard.

From the time we were young

We’ve spent hours

Of cold winter days,

And hours

Of humid summer weather